I Am lyrics

(You'll fly too if you link up with Frenchie) (Who dat, Trell?) Uh, ayy, why the business sell? Why the business sell? Got a two-hundred boxes of purple, another hunnid coming Got a hundred boxes of green goin' to the country Told five come get the truck, and ya'll don't owe me nothing Don't let these niggas kill you 'bout they dirty money Don't let these niggas kill you 'bout no fucking chains These people, they do anything for the fame These people, they put anything on my name But it's okay, yeah, it's okay 'Cause I am a motherfuckin' bottom boy survivor And this is that real shit, that raw shit, they ride to And l am the chosen one, the only one they bankin' on And this is that real shit, that raw shit, they waiting on (on) And what if your glass don't want you? Uh, uh, uh, they waiting on Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh And what if your glass don't want you? They waiting on, they waiting on, they waiting on Damn, Flip Dog, I miss you, nigga time flies I gotta keep myself busy to keep it off my mind I got a temper like my daddy, you could say it's true But you know that I got that Godfather shit from you Run the streets like the mafia, go home and eat Tilapia, or baked chicken with the cream sauce This ten mil'll cut your dreams short, uh Riding with my youngin', he got somethin' that will lift your stomach If I sing it, or I sung it, best believe I done it If your trap ain't jumpin', you should let us run it A old nigga up, get tied up if he get in the way I was born a belt boy, the mafia run the game And I am a motherfuckin' bottom boy survivor And this is that real shit, that raw shit, they ride to And l am the chosen one, the only one they bankin' on And this is that real shit, that raw shit, they waiting on (on) And what if your glass don't want you? Uh, uh, uh, they waiting on Uh, uh, uh, they waiting on And what if your glass don't want you? Uh, uh, uh, come on, come on, come on (look) Tryna follow me home, I'm in the rearview Feds have follow me 'round deep cover shit, fuck that other shit Made a hundred this year, now, you can call my bluff Crazy as it sounds, I'll break it down Made a fifty on the road, doing shows, selling clothes Made a five in the spot selling exotic bowls Made a dub middle manning Kanye for the low Now add a dub to that number that I told you before They in the club throwing ones, but I can't get wit' it I'm in the office plannin', talking, I'm going for the billy 'Cause screaming out belt, snatch the streets by they britches Get right or get left, these niggas know the business Sweet loyalty to the Don is strong, mind if it ain't Corson? Then they gotta bury Corson, he was the best guy around What about the people he murdered? What murder?